Artist: Yella Beezy (featuring Lil Wayne)
Album: –
Year: 2024
[Intro – Yella Beezy]
Yeah, yeah
Everybody hitters, everybody killers
‘Til a n*gga ass get hit like a motherf*cker (hey)
[Chorus – Yella Beezy]
Hit, sticks, glitz, blicks, yeah
Bricks (hit), licks (hit), clips (hit), blitz, yeah
Whip (hit), switch (hit), kicks (hit), sh*t, yeah
Hit (hit), hit (hit), hit (hit)
[Verse 1 – Yella Beezy]
I got sticks, sticks, sticks, like an old lady
Why that lil’ b*tch all up on my d*ck if that’s your old lady? (old)
Keep a pocket rocket, but been walkin’ with that pole lately (damn)
Been stepping with the reapers, I been snatching n*ggas soul lately
Choppers popping, n*ggas road raging, counting old faces (woo)
You trust that b*tch, she share your location, killers locate him
Got these h*es chasing, breaking h*es daily, slow your roll, baby
All these b*tches mad ’cause I won’t cuff ’em, I’m a h*e, baby
[Bridge – Yella Beezy]
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, I’mma step, hmm, hmm, hmm
Blrr, n*gga, blrr, n*gga, blrr, that’s that tec
Hey, walk a n*gga down, we gon’ shoot him to his death, yеah
Watch a n*gga squeeze on this tip ’til ain’t nothing left, n*gga
[Chorus – Yella Beezy]
Hit, sticks, glitz, blicks, yeah
Bricks (hit), licks (hit), clips (hit), blitz, yeah
Whip (hit), switch (hit), kicks (hit), sh*t, yeah
Hit (hit), hit (hit), hit (hit)
[Verse 2 – Lil Wayne]
I got hittas, woadie, I put a hit on woadie
Got n*ggas poppin’ out like Janet Jackson t*tty, woadie
I take the opp out, his family and his little woadies
I still got blood on my hand, look like my pen exploded
I got that semi loaded, I hit your ass up with that curry
‘Til you shimmy, woadie
He had a gat, it was still buffering, mine was finished loading
Can keep his two cents to his self, I had to penny loaf him
I had to Kenneth Cole him, hold up
Hit ’em up, I treat my Nina just like a gentlemen
I treat a diva just like she anyone
All on her cleavage, that’s where it ended up
Got a two liter, I had to tinted up
I’m on sativa, I’m on that indica
I’m ’bout that evil, I got the blicker tucked
I’m in a diesel, revving the engine up
I’m with Lil’ Beezy, this was a hit and run
[Chorus – Yella Beezy]
Hit, sticks, glitz, blicks, yeah
Bricks (hit), licks (hit), clips (hit), blitz, yeah
Whip (hit), switch (hit), kicks (hit), sh*t, yeah
Hit (hit), hit (hit), hit (hit)
[Verse 3 – Yella Beezy]
Ayy, hit a motherf*cker (f*cker), get a motherf*cker (ayy)
Watch me grab the chopper, knock a limb off motherf*cker, hey
Got ’em getting low just like a limbo, motherf*cker
Hey, my n*ggas sellin’ snow just like a timber, motherf*cker
Spot ’em, bingo, motherf*cker, they bite my lingo, motherf*cker
All these messy h*es fishing, Finding Nemo, motherf*cker (Nemo)
That juice that here the bomb, like some C4, motherf*cker (hey)
Got ’em goin’ crazy, just like CeeLo, motherf*cker
Hmm, oh, my leg hurt, hmm, yeah, my leg hurt (damn)
Steppin’ on these n*ggas, b*tch, I’m pressure ’til my head hurt
Hollin’ yep in this white tee, bow, he a red shirt
Don’t give a damn what the hype be, we gon’ send the lead first
[Chorus – Yella Beezy & Lil Wayne]
Hit, sticks (we hit ’em), glitz, blicks (we hit ’em), yeah
Bricks, licks (we hit ’em), clips, blitz (we hit ’em), yeah
Whip (they hit), switch (they hit), kicks (they hit), sh*t (they hit)
Yeah, hit (they hit), hit (they hit), hit (they hit, they hit)
[Outro – Yella Beezy]
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, I’mma step
Blrr, n*gga, blrr, n*gga, blrr, that’s that tec
Hey, walk a n*gga down, we gon’ shoot him to his death, yeah
Watch a n*gga squeeze on this tip ’til ain’t nothing left, n*gga
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